The Black Iron Glory
Ruins

Chapter 33

Ruins

Claude never imagined that there would be such a large-scale tower built on such a coastal mountain. According to Welikro, the site of the ruins is approximately the size of a large house in red brick, about 40 to 50 meters in diameter. But when he actually saw it for real, he came to understand just how great the difference between the two was.

"It's definitely a castle," Borkal mused in admiration.

"No, I think it's probably bigger than Restoration Plaza" Eriksson said.

The Restoration Plaza is a memorial built on the campground where Stellin IX opened the first shots that started the revolution. Before the four of them came to Egret, in other words, yesterday afternoon, they had celebrated participating in the Restoration Day celebrations there. A plaza that could hold up to three thousand people was indeed large in the eyes of Eriksson and the others.

Welikro walked along the broken wall and knocked on the stone with a stick in his hand. "Claude, let's see. Am I right? These stones are identical to those on cobbled roads."

It does. Claude found that the wall material was identical to the giant stones used for the walkway. Although its walls had collapsed and were covered with vines, its thickness of one meter as seen from the large gap indicated that it was the same overall, material. The only difference is that the stones on the road are a bit jagged, but these are completely flat and smooth inside and out.

The highest wall of ruins is about two to three meters. Even the shortest was half a meter tall. The sea breeze grew a lot of moss at the bottom of the wall, on top of which were formed white crystals.

Welikro said, "This is the salt brought from the sea breeze here. Although it can be eaten, it tastes rather bitter and difficult to stomach."

The floor inside the ruins was uneven. Instead, there was a huge pile of debris that covered a third of the space inside and stretched to the top of the hill outside. However, time has erased many traces. On top of the debris were several trees and short shrubs, making the original shape almost unrecognizable.

"I really don't understand why this tower collapsed. Look at these thick stone walls. Don't tell me the sea breeze blew it up. It's a joke if I've heard it," Borkal said as he patted the broken wall in thought.

Eriksson stroked his chin as he stared at the stone wall, looking like he examined it in great detail. "There's no way the sea breeze could erode the wall. Maybe it will allow for a big tidal wave. However, if there were a tidal wave that could reach the top of this hill to destroy the tower, the Whitestag would have ceased to exist in the last few centuries, there are no records in the city of some major natural disasters such as tidal waves, only some major storms that come occasionally for 8 or 9 months.

"Regardless of the tidal wave, the only thing that can pose a threat to this tower is an earthquake. But the same reason still applies. Whitestag has been here for a thousand years, but there has been no mention of earthquakes so "Oh, my father said that there are also ruins of magic towers on Baryama island. Baryama is a few thousand kilometers from Whitestag, and there can be no such coincidence that toppled the two towers that were split by these two towers." such distance. "

Welikro laughs. "Hey, come here and bring your things. Don't be lazy! What's the point of guessing? My father told me that this magic tower had been destroyed by gunpowder."

Borkal replied with dissatisfaction, "How did your father know that? This tower had collapsed centuries ago, so how could he be sure that gunpowder was involved? What kind of gunpowder can be so powerful as to subvert a solidly built magic tower?"

Your father was right, Claude thought. The diary states that Magus Landes has created a kind of fusion gunpowder with traces of magic crystals in it that can reduce the hill to a crater. Such firepower was more than enough to take out the magic tower.

Welikro shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know either. I asked him the same question myself. He knocked my head and called me a fool. Although centuries have passed, the traces left by the use of gunpowder will not be lost. Look at the shattered walls.there and the debris.It seems clear that the magic tower has received some kind of big shock near the bottom and broke, causing the top to collapse on one side.

"You all know that my father used to serve as a guard at the national firearms research institute for two years. He said he had seen more than just the fair part of the blast at the institute, hence why he could tell just by looking at if there was an explosion there. You think that gunpowder may not be this strong, but that's just because you haven't seen the real one yet. My father said that there was an explosion at the gunpowder shop once and a wall thicker than this had been destroyed, leaving only a large crater in the ground. "

"You all know that my father used to serve as a guard at the national firearms research institute for two years. He said he had seen more than just the fair part of the blast at the institute, hence why he could tell just by looking at if there was an explosion there. You think that gunpowder may not be this strong, but that's just because you haven't seen the real one yet. My father said that there was an explosion at the gunpowder shop once and a wall thicker than this had been destroyed, leaving only a large crater in the ground. "

"It's enough, let's stop arguing about why the tower fell," Claude said as he knocked on the ground with a stick in his hand, "Are we going to camp here tonight?"

"Uhh .. No." Welikro pointed into the ruins and said, "We'll go further ahead. That's where my dad and I camped last time. The top of the hill becomes very windy at night, so the walls all around us can protect us from it. We'll camp in there. "

Borkal and Eriksson took the luggage they threw to the ground now and headed towards the ruins.

The camping site Welikro chose was quite good. It was in the very right room of the ruins. The walls of the room still stood more than two meters. It was probably a room that stretched out from the base of the tower and looked to be about 20 square meters. The soil was also made of the same flat gray stone and was probably used as a shed.

Inside the room was a pile of firewood that stood a meter tall. Welikro said that he had abandoned it when he was camping with his father during the winter last time. He took one from the pile and nodded in satisfaction. It's pretty dry. He was worried that it would become damp because the snow that had piled on them when he left would melt. Three months of exposure to the element for three full months. But it seems that the sea breeze has dried it up enough before their trip here.

"It looks like we don't need to collect any more firewood" Welikro said, "It saves a lot of time. All right, let's put our stuff here. We're gonna sleep here tonight.

"Are we going to put the tent here?" ask Borkal. He pointed at the corner of the wall opposite the firewood pile where there was a trace of the tent erected earlier.

"Yes. My father and I also arranged for ours there last time," Welikro said with a nod, "Wait, don't put it down like last night. My camp is modular and we can pull out the separator between and put it as one big tent. The four of us can sleep in it. "

Eriksson. "Then why would I bother bringing my heavy tent here? If you say that before, I'll leave it on board …"

Eriksson. "Then why would I bother bringing my heavy tent here? If you say that before, I'll leave it on board …"

Welikro scratched his head in embarrassment. "Well, I'm afraid you're all gonna have a hard time sleeping. After all, you believe in all the scary legends about these ruins. So, I thought it would be better if there was a smaller tent where you could be in during the night duty. "

Eriksson turned to look at the shattered wall. "But the wall of the room was two meters long. How can we watch when we see nothing? Filling the tent at the entrance?"

Welikro pointed to the pile of firewood and said, "I will put your tent on top of the pile. That way, you can still keep an eye on the surroundings inside the tent. Oh, and we only need to put half your tent, just enough to block the wind. That way, it will be easier for you to act if something happens. "

Since Welikro had planned everything, they did as he said. They should give a little more attention when they pick up firewood, however, be careful not to pull them from the center of the pile and topple the tent.

Welikro took out a few long sticks from the ground beside the pile. "Good, they're still here. Their dryers, the harder it becomes for them. Here, this is what my father used to set up the tent. Help me out and get ready first."

The tent that Welikro brought was quite simple to set up. The ropes were tied to several stones from all four corners and each rope was thrown over each wall. Quickly, the roof formed over three of the four walls of the room. It was quite flat thanks to the stones weighing down the rope from the outside. As for the part facing the entrance, the wooden stick was propped up on the shattered wall to support the tent, making a rather simple hut.

Welikro tested the hardness of the wooden stick and seemed satisfied with it. Now, the sea breeze won't blow on them. Even if it gets bigger, the roof won't break easily.

Borkal analyzed it curiously for a while and said, "Wero, you said that your father and you camped here during the winter, right? Doesn't a tent like this collapse under the weight of snow?"

Welikro laughed and replied, "Yes, you guessed correctly. The first time we were here, the tent hit us because of the snow and we had to get up in the middle of the night to clear the snow. In the second "Time, we learned from our lessons and did not organize them as we do now, opting for a more normal setting that could only accommodate the two of us. But it's not winter now and there are four of us. It also doesn't "It looks like it's going to rain at night based on how the sky looks, so don't worry. This method will work. We'll leave tomorrow anyway."

Claude was already preparing to make some food. "Wero, where's the water?"

Welikro laughed and replied, "Yes, you guessed correctly. The first time we were here, the tent hit us because of the snow and we had to get up in the middle of the night to clear the snow. In the second "Time, we learned from our lessons and did not organize them as we do now, opting for a more normal setting that could only accommodate the two of us. But it's not winter now and there are four of us. It also doesn't "It looks like it's going to rain at night based on how the sky looks, so don't worry. This method will work. We'll leave tomorrow anyway."

Claude was already preparing to make some food. "Wero, where's the water?"

Welikro pointed down and said, "Down 50 meters there. There was a spring there with very clean water. It even gives off hot steam like a hot spring during the winter. We took a shower and we took water from there."

Welikro then accompanied Borkal and Eriksson down to fetch water. Claude on the other hand stayed behind to light the fire to cook the food.

After a simple meal, the four of them discussed how they would continue the hunt.

"I'm not leaving. Let Eyke take the hunting bow and Boa, the most arbalest. Wero, you took your own gun. You three can leave without me. I'll clean this place up first and take a walk around here. I was really curious about the ruins and I wanted to give it the right look. Maybe I'll even find something extraordinary. "

He couldn't wait for the moment his three friends set out to hunt so he could search for the items the Landes left behind in the tower. Although nearly six centuries had passed since then and things might have long since passed, he still had to check to be sure. Otherwise, he would never be satisfied. It was mainly a case given how coincidentally all of it happened. Claude felt a glimmer of hope to find something. If the transmigration and her obtaining the magical cookbook had been doomed by fate, then it was almost certain that the Landes items were still there.

"Are you really not hunting with us?" The three of them did not care about Claude's desire to find something extraordinary seriously. However, he was rather studious and diligent in reading books about history for the past half year and they were aware of that. It was too normal for him to be attracted by the ruins of the magic tower that was built centuries ago.

"Yes. Don't hesitate to leave without me. I'll be fine here alone. If possible, try to get some turkey. I'll show you another method to cook chicken, guaranteed satisfaction."

"Well, Eyke, leave your short barrel matches with Claude just in case. If anything happens, shoot into the sky. We'll rush back if we hear gunshots" Welikro said.